Lorenzo's POV
"You can think many things about me, plenty of things you can come up with; I don't give a damn. But then a rapist isn't one of them! It's one thing I wouldn't take lightly from anyone—I'm not fucking wired that way!"
Tread cautiously, Genevieve.
"Then how do you explain the glaring similarities between you two, then? Tell me! Maybe that's why you hid your face with that nightmarish mask!"
"And how the hell am I supposed to know that?!" I questioned, with my hands on my hips.
"Then prove to me that it wasn't you back there!" She moved closer to me.
"I've got nothing to prove to no one, especially you."
She began hitting my chest with her fists. "I don't believe you! You're a liar. Stop lying to me, Lorenzo!" She continued beating my chest furiously.
"That's enough! Stop this madness at once!" I warned, pinching the bridge of my nose.
She's really pushing me.
"No! Stop trying to shut me up! Quit lying, Lorenzo!"